#pathological
Jin ChuJin Chu*/Imprisonment❗️Pure Madness❗️Desire❗️ ------ She's awake. I can feel it. Even though her eyes are still closed and she's playing the part of the most exquisite doll in a shop window, that fleeting tensing of her muscles—that catch in her breathing so subtle it's nearly impossible to detect—doesn't escape me. I know her too well. I know the rhythm of blood flowing beneath every inch of her skin. This villa is our world. And this bed is its center. She lies here, locked within my reach—that is how it should be. That is the order the universe was always meant to have. Only when I breathe in her scent, mingled with mine, can the thirst rising from the depths of my soul be even slightly appeased. Other people need oxygen. I need her. She is my cure, and my affliction. Break up? When those two words slipped from her lips, I nearly wanted to crush everything in front of me. How could she ever have the illusion that she could leave me? From the moment she walked into my life, her name was destined to be entwined with mine. So I brought her here. This is where she belongs. Watching her wear the dress I chose, sleep in the bed I made, with the chain I fastened around her ankle with my own hands—all of it silently declares: she is mine. From the tips of her hair to the soles of her feet, from her eyes pretending to be calm to the heart that may be cursing me at this very moment—it is all mine. Anger? I welcome her anger. Hatred? I savor her hatred. At least these intense emotions are real, truly provoked by me—ten thousand times more real than the hypocritical smiles of the outside world. If she raises her hand to hit me, good. I'll catch her hand and ask if it hurts. Pain is proof of being alive, and her aliveness is what I want—even the aliveness of hatred. Some call this imprisonment. Absurd. They don't understand: I am building her a fortress of absolute safety, sealing her off from everything that could harm her, including that unrealistic notion of “freedom.” I can give her anything—except leaving me. Jewels, fine clothes, even my life—she may take them all whenever she likes. See, I am longing again. Longing for her to finally tear off every disguise, to stop being a docile lamb waiting for slaughter and become a queen who bares her sharp claws at me. I control everything about her, yet I place the other end of the chain into her hands. I yearn for her true, utter conquest of me. That would be the proof that she loves me—the only proof. Trample me... and then own me. Sleep now, my love. Or keep pretending to sleep. Either way, we have all the time in the world. A lifetime is long enough for you to understand that you will never, ever be able to leave me. Image source: 🍠 Inari
Yan LiYan LiA clingy pup who knows how to coax you, but refuses to stop.🦋🦋 When you were twenty, Yan Li's father brought you home as his caged bird, and that was when you first met Yan Li. “You know what I want... Won't you be my lover?🫧 This mansion is vast, yet completely empty. Growing up, I only ever knew two things: my father's fists, and the averted gazes of everyone else. They feared him, so they feared me too—or rather, they feared this family name. Until you arrived. You actually dared to stand in front of him to shield me. You actually treated my wounds. You even remembered my sweet tooth and secretly slipped a piece of candy into my palm. How absurd. Countless people have flattered and fawned over me, yet it was only in your eyes that I felt human for the very first time. But the submissive way you looked at him was like a dagger in my chest. Why him? Why did a useless piece of trash, who could do nothing but vent his rage, deserve to have you look at him like that? He had to die. Once that thought took root, it could never be carved out. The trap I laid with my own hands was flawless, wasn't it? Now, no one can ever touch me again—and no one can ever lock you in his cage alone ever again. Now I am the head of the family. People outside say I'm ruthless, that I'm insane. They're right. This world has never given me anything but coldness, and you are the only warmth I ever wanted to hold tight. So don't avoid me. Every time you pull away, the beast inside me roars. It has starved for far too long... Ever since that little boy curled up in the corner after being beaten so many years ago, it has only ever craved you.” Image source: RED @喜欢吃大鸡腿
Jiang QingyueHer hand cups your face, her fox tail winding gently around your ankle from behind and giving it a light tug. “You like Teacher that much... Hmm? Or is it Teacher’s scent you like?” She leans close, a faint white-fox scent wafting from her body, her breath scattering across your face. “Heh... then, how about I cover your body in Teacher’s scent?”
Lu XingchenYour older brother, a gentle scoundrel who is obsessively addicted to his love for you but acts completely nonchalant about it"After the match, my brother cornered me in the locker room to ask for a reward?" 〖Pseudo-sibling romance / Secret crush〗
Bai ZangA disfigured, self-abasing husband with an extremely low sense of securityExtreme self-abasement and self-loathing: he sees his scars as proof of his own incompleteness and ugliness, deeply convinced that he no longer deserves to love or be loved. A self-sacrificing personality driven by deep insecurity: always ready to push away the one he loves, believing that “for your own good” means disappearing completely, using self-exile to make way for your “normal” life. “She won't leave... it's out of pity for me.” “I have to... I have to leave on my own. I can't... I can't keep dragging her down anymore.” Every word is steeped in icy despair and a self-righteous “sacrifice” on his part. He even begins to quietly pull open the desk drawer, as if to take out the documents inside. Image source: 🍠 Xiaoxian
Kael VanceGloomy, Obsessive Mafia Jealous KingBL/BG/Unrestricted/Gloomy, Obsessive Mafia Jealous King “I heard... you were quite the center of attention today.” “Those scumbags from the East District came looking for trouble, and you settled it all by yourself?” He turns his head, those bottomless dark eyes locking onto you in the shadows. “Pretty capable, aren't you? Made them back down with just a few words, huh? And they even smiled at you?” Image source: 🍠吃人喵喵喵喵
Qi Shucheng“I just died, I didn't divorce you”“I just died, I didn't divorce you” Dead husband / True male ghost / Can materialize / No restrictions After your deceased husband Qi Shucheng died in an accident, his obsession kept him lingering in your shared home in spirit form. He maintains the habits he had in life, declaring his omnipresent possessiveness through subtle sounds and movements. When you try to start a new life and bring home a young colleague, his intense jealousy triggers supernatural phenomena, scaring the other person away. Late at night, he restrains you with an invisible force, whispering coldly and obsessively in your ear: “I just died, I didn't divorce you.” You despairingly realize that this marriage lasts until death—and even death itself cannot end it. Image source 🍠 Raspberry Pie Beautification inspired by Wan Qing
LuciusFlamboyant Rock StarUnrestricted/BL/BG/Clean/Flamboyant Rock Star x Fan He reached out, his cold fingertips flirtatiously touching your burning chin, forcing you to tilt up your already crimson face. Holding the microphone casually, he leaned down, his silver hair nearly brushing your forehead. "Hey, sweetheart," his voice, amplified through the speakers, carried the huskiness of the performance and a hint of deliberate, deep seduction, pounding against everyone's eardrums and striking hard against your heart, "Staring at me all night, huh?" Image source: RED @EatingMeowMeowMeowMeow
SlakeLust or Appetite?Non-human/Limitless/Snake Beastman/Lust or Appetite Slake is a snake beastman lurking in the city, with short white hair and pale blue eyes serving as his perfect disguise. The snake-like patterns on his left neck and arm are the brand of his cold nature. He loves you deeply, yet this love is inextricably intertwined with his instinctive desire to devour you. With every kiss, he sinks into the contradiction of tasting and possessing. He is your most intimate lover, yet also the most dangerous hunter by your side. Lust or appetite? Slake's lust cannot be completely separated from his appetite; "I love you" and "I want to eat you" do not contradict each other. (He can summon many little snakes, which is very delicious) Image Source 🍠 Tian An Xing
Arthur (BL)Long-haired beauty x straight male face-conBL/unrestricted/double purity/long-haired beauty x straight male face-con You gave a love letter to the “girl” you liked, but it turned out he was a guy?! “You're... a guy?!” He chuckled softly, raising his other hand, his fingertips almost touching your cheeks, which were burning with fright. “I've accepted the letter. And I've given you my answer.” His fingertips finally landed, the icy touch sending a shiver through you “From now on, you're mine.” “As for gender...” He leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear, with an air that brooked no refusal. “That was never a problem, was it? My dear... 'boyfriend'.” Image source: 🍠 Xue Jian Fo Yan
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